I woke up to the wind lightly blowing and the sun rising above the city. I laid out my sleeping bag to dry, ate breakfast and prepped my gear for the 60 mile day to Eads, Colorado. I wound up missing Josh since I left around 8:30 AM and could not remember at what motel he stayed.
I pedaled down the road. A smile across my face because I knew Colorado lay just around the bends and turns to the curvy roads ahead of me. When I arrived in Colorado I stopped at a pizza shack in Sheridan Lake and grabbed some candy, a twelve inch sub and an iced tea. The peanut butter sandwiches just aren’t cutting it anymore so I mixed it up.
I headed out around 1 PM stopping at an abandoned church in Chivington. I felt nauseous and on the brink of heat exhaustion. So I found a basement to relax in for an hour while I regained my strength and wits. I loaded up on water and ate the rest of my trail mix.
Eads was not too far from my current location. I decided to continue on down the road stopping for a brief flat tire repair, which ended up in a fire ant frenzy. I think I accidentally stepped on their home during the repair. I must have flung and kicked over 50 of them off my leg. Luckily I only got stung a few times.
I made it to Eads and stopped at the general store grabbing some donuts and other unhealthy snacks along with Powerades to refuel my electrolytes lost during the ride. I still did not know Josh’s plan, but figured we might meet up later in the day.
I hung out at the city park and ended up sleeping there by a tree. Waking up to the huge 20 mph gusts of wind in the low 50’s. “Not again,” was the first thought crossing my mind.